Date: Thu, 1 Jul 2010 14:36:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek
Subject: Negotiating To Yes
Negotiating To Yes
By
Storyguy22
Some things simply are not fair, and the stunning young beauty that now
stood at my front door smiling shyly at me was definitely among them. To a
through and through boy lover such as myself, it was game-over the second I
swung the door open, and looked down at him standing on my porch.
The boy was exactly in my personal wheel-house in so many ways it was
almost uncanny that he had chosen my home to visit among an entire
cul-de-sac of houses, but let us not look gift horses in the mouth.
He was, I guessed, about twelve years old, possibly thirteen if he had
reached it recently, and as drop-dead cute as the proverbial bugs ear. He
was a toe-head blonde, his longish locks near shoulder length with a ragged
part running down the center, parting the soft looking locks so that his
small ears were nearly covered. His eyebrows matched his hair color, and
they arched above eyes so very blue I was reminded of an Alpine lake
shimmering in bright sunlight.
His pixy face was very nearly too pretty to belong to a boy-child, and
his coy little smile showed tiny dimples in his slightly rosy cheeks, and
even rows of small and very white teeth. His chin was small and perfect,
and his overall stature again suited my personal favorite, small and lean
while not actually being skinny.
He was dressed in a mesh tee shirt that was cropped short at the hem,
the filmy garment stopping a good three inches above his very cute little
cave of a navel which centered a deliciously soft looking and very flat
suntanned tummy. I let my gaze linger briefly on his small dark nipples
that were pretty much fully exposed between the wide mesh of his shirt, and
then I continued my visual appraisal of his youthful beauty, very much
liking everything about him. His shorts were just that, shorter by far than
the ridiculous baggy style currently in favor with most boys his age, and
they may well have been a holdover from last summer's wardrobe in that they
fit his slim hips snugly, and the way the thin cotton material clung to his
boyish treasures was a sight to behold all of its own.
I pried my hungry gaze from those delicious bulges and lumps long
enough to note that he had absolutely lovely legs for a boy, perfectly
formed and solid while remaining devoid of scarcely a hint of any hair, and
his smallish feet were decked out in leather sandals that let me enjoy his
dainty feet and toes. In short, he was my estimation of boyish perfection,
and I wanted very much to do unspeakable things to him right then and
there.
His somewhat delicate hands held a small stack of some sort of flyers in
one hand while the other one held but a single issue of same which he kind
of held out toward me as he spoke for the first time, saying in a lyrical
tone that exactly matched his slightly feminine beauty,
"Hello, Sir...my name is Scotty, and I am going around the neighborhood
on a fund raiser to support my schools Volleyball team by offering these
discount coupons for sale...would you care to look over the coupons and see
if you are maybe interested in helping us out?"
There absolutely no doubt in my demented mind how I would adore helping
young Scotty out, but I rather doubted that any of them were exactly what
he had in mind when he rang my door bell. Well, no matter, perhaps I could
entice him to explore those kinds of assistance in due time. What I said to
him was,
"Well good morning, Scotty, and aren't you a good boy to sacrifice your
Summer morning doing good works in the name of school spirit...of course I
will have a look at whatever it is you are offering...would you like to
step inside while I do that...out of the hot sun, and perhaps enjoy some
sort of cold drink to refresh a hard worker like yourself?"
He thought that over for a few seconds, his long and curly eyelashes
batting prettily, and then that magical voice that was somewhere in the
throes of changing, but not yet completed, replied,
"I'm not really supposed to go inside people's houses, but it is sorta
hot, and I really am pretty thirsty..."
I smiled warmly at him and chuckled softly, and then I stepped back
slightly, indicating with a sweeping hand that he should come inside, and I
assured him,
"I can understand that rule, I suppose, but I bet whoever made it up has
never gone door to door on a hot summer day...your choice of cold sodas
awaits in yon kitchen, Scotty, and I promise not to bite you, okay?"
He flashed a quick grin, and my balls did a flip in their sac as he
glanced over his shoulder briefly, and then shrugged as he advanced through
my doorway, and entered the foyer. I let the door close behind us, and then
gently put my hand on his sun-warmed back as I steered him to the living
room. I very much wanted to move my hand down to explore that lovely little
boy-butt, but I refrained, barely. I had the boy take a seat on the sofa,
and then moved off to the kitchen to retrieve the cola he had
requested. When I returned, Scotty had settled onto the sofa, the flyers
stacked neatly on the coffee table in front of him, and I settled in
alongside of him, and handed him his drink. He quickly tipped up the can
taking a long pull as I seized the opportunity to take a good look at his
bulging crotch, and I liked what I saw. After his drink, he set the soda on
the side table, and then leaned forward to pick up one of the flyers, and
he offered it to me with a coy little smile and a small shrug. I took the
paper, and glanced at it briefly, noting that it consisted of offers for
discounts from a variety of local business concerns.
Turning toward Scotty, I asked him to elaborate on the program, which he
did in halting sentences, and then I inquired of his involvement with the
volleyball team that was the beneficiary of the program. He blushed
prettily as he confessed that he wasn't actually on the team, but really
more of a one person cheer section for it, given that his relatively small
stature didn't make him very competitive during tryouts. He did, however
truly love the sport, so he had settled for attending nearly every game and
cheering the team to victory, and when he had been asked to help out with
the fund raiser, he had happily accepted, and thus it was that he had
appeared at my door this morning.
We chatted easily for a while, and the boy visibly relaxed as time wore
on, and I got the sense that he was at least partly aware of my furtive
glances at his delicious little nipples that peeked saucily from his net
shirt, and at the tempting bulges at his crotch, as well as his well turned
legs, and when he didn't appear uncomfortable with my appraisal, I grew
even bolder in checking out his numerous charms. He was indeed a beauty,
and I had no trouble whatever imagining the little charmer sitting there
fully naked, his boyhood treasure fully erected and pulsing above his
bulging pouch of young balls.
If indeed he was aware of the affect he was having on me, he had
apparently decided that the situation might well work to his advantage in
terms of selling me on his project, and unless it pure wishful thinking on
my part, I got the feeling the little scamp was beginning to work me, using
various body movements to offer me several poses that could only be
described as provocative. At one point absently dropped his hand to his lap
and briefly toyed with his treasure, and I actually may have moaned
aloud. A sly smile flashed at the corners of his lush mouth, and he fixed
me with those amazing blue eyes as he asked,
"So then, Mister, do you think you might be able to help me out?"
I met his gaze, trying desperately to read the meaning behind the
expression on his sweet face and the curious choice of words that made up
his question, and in response I told him,
"Well Scotty, I'm sure we can work something out that will be mutually
satisfactory...I am, after all, in sales and negotiating is the name of the
game...for starters, how about you drop the Mister, and just call me
Rob...it is my name, after all."
He smiled, and my cock tingled inside my shorts while he replied,
"Uh, sure...okay then, Rob...and I forgot to say that the coupon things
are, like, a donation...I mean, they don't have a set price...just whatever
people want to pay for them."
"Ah," I said, "even better...that way we can really negotiate...the more
of what I want I get, the more I would be willing to...donate...right?"
Scotty smiled shyly, but nodded his head, and I again had the sense that
he understood exactly where I was coming from, that HE was the actually
issue of our negotiations. To test that theory, I let my eyes slowly slide
over his lovely young body, and then winked at him, and said,
"Okay then, Scotty...I think I can go an opening donation of twenty
dollars if you were willing to take off that sexy little shirt for me."
He considered that, and then looked down at his already mostly exposed
torso, and as he rolled those incredible baby-blues at me, and in a soft
little voice, he asked,
"Why do you want me to take off my shirt...?...you can already pretty
much see me anyhow."
Holding his gaze, I answered truthfully, saying,
"It's a kind of little quirk of mine is all...I am very fond of pretty
young boys like you, and I very much enjoy seeing them in a variety of sexy
ways, and I definitely think you shirtless will be sexy indeed...does that
bother you, Scotty...?...because you certainly don't have to do it if it
does."
He studied me a moment, and I could nearly see the wheels turning as he
considered just how far he might be willing to go with this to reach his
fund raising goal, and then he simply peeled the shirt over his head, and
tossed it aside. My cock swelled behind my shorts as his creamy smooth skin
revealed, and he sat back proudly, a soft flush filling his cheeks as I
stared hungrily at his pert little nipples, and the tiny tuck of remaining
baby fat that creased at his narrow waist. His eyes met mine boldly, and he
squeaked nervously,
"Okay then...so that's twenty dollars, right?"
I nodded, and then got up to go get my wallet, and when I returned I saw
his eyes drop to the obvious tent my hard cock was making at my shorts
front, and I pretended not to notice when his eyebrows arched. I handed him
a twenty, and sat back down next to him and told him,
"Now, Scotty, that is what's known as a successful negotiation...we both
got something we wanted. Would you be interested in going for another
donation?"
He eyed the twenty in his hand, and as he sucked in a breath, he nodded,
and said,
"Uh, yea...what do you want for another twenty dollar donation?"
I smiled, and winked at him as I replied,
"I want very much to touch you...your perfect chest, and tummy...your
sweet little nipples, too."
He gasped a little bit, the flush on his cheeks deepening, but he gamely
carried on, saying,
"Okay...you can...touch me...but it has to be twenty-five, okay?"
Laughing, I praised him for his quickness with understanding the skill
of negotiation, and then I handed him the twenty-five dollars he wanted. To
run my hands over that flawless skin would be well worth it, I decided, and
besides that, this whole donation was going to become a great tax
deduction. Scotty added the bills to the other twenty, and then settled
back, looking at me with a bit of a smug expression on his sweet face. He
was into this negotiation business now, and he looked like he was enjoying
himself.
I inched closer to him, our bare legs making contact as I extended my
hand, and gently kneaded his narrow shoulder and upper arm for a moment. He
shuddered when I first touched him, and then he seemed to settle down, his
eyes locked onto my hand on him. Slowly, I let my fingers trail onto his
satin smooth chest, and then I flattened my palm, and moved it side to side
across his silky skin. I grazed his small nipples as I passed, and he
gasped softly, so I paused there, and worked the tiny nipple into
erection. Gently, I gripped his nubbin between thumb and finger and
carefully squeezed it, and he gasped again as he arched his back to push
his tender nipple against my fingers. I moved my free hand to duplicate my
actions on his other nipple, and as I worked them in unison Scotty
shuddered strongly. I was dying to lean in and suck on the dark little
beauties, but felt it might be rushing things, so I refrained, and let one
hand slide lower to caress the soft little tummy.
The boy was fully erect inside those little shorts, there was simply no
doubt about that as I feasted on the sight of his rigid boyhood in full
definition behind his snug shorts, and I dropped my elbow to press against
the hardness as I continued slowly rubbing his tummy and teasing his
nipples. All this went on for several minutes, and I knew Scotty was fully
aware of my forearm pressing his boner when he began instinctively
thrusting his small hips. His breathing had quickened, and I sensed his
arousal, so I lowered my head, and licked at his left nipple. He jumped a
little at the contact, and I licked all over the tiny erected point, and
then sucked the puffy little morsel between my lips.
"OHhhh jeez..! he chirped.
"Um-hum," I mumbled, and continued sucking the sensitive flesh as my
fingers dipped under the elastic of his little shorts to stroke the soft
skin of his groin just above his pulsing boyhood.
I slid over to the other nipple then, and sucked at it awhile as the boy
made small noises in his throat. Backing off his nipples, I lapped my way
down his thin torso, and then tongue-washed the unbelievably smooth flesh
of his soft tummy. I ran my tongue across the waist band of his shorts, and
then dipped into the little cave of his navel, and he squealed again, his
hands grabbing at my head. I sat up then, and smacked my lips loudly, and
told him,
"You taste delicious, Scotty...I just love the tastes of a boy, and your
nipples are very special as well...you seemed to enjoy that as well, based
on that very impressive hardness behind those sexy little shorts."
He peered up at me, his expression a mixture of surprise and passion,
and the soft glow of a pink flush highlighted his prettiness. He blinked
several times, and then simply nodded his head, I assumed in basic
agreement with my comments, and I moved away from him a bit, and then asked
him,
"Well then, Scotty...another successful negation where each of us was a
winner...shall we quite while we are ahead, or would you like to earn
another donation?"
The quickness of his nod surprised me a bit, and I had to smile as he
blurted,
"Oh yea, for sure, Rob...I want another donation...why don't you make me
another offer, and I'll see what I can negotiate for it!"
I chuckled, and dropped my gaze to his crotch where the hardness of his
boy-cock was clearly defined behind the taut material of his shorts, and
his eyes followed. He inhaled deeply, doubtless knowing what was going to
be debated over next, and when his stunning blue eyes moved to meet mine, I
winked at him, and slowly nodded, affirming his suspicions. He swallowed,
his small Adams apple bobbing in his throat as his pinkness deepened. Not
wanting the boy to over think things, I suggested,
"Okay, Scotty-boy, here's the deals then, you slip those cute little
shorts off, and I'll make another donation."
He blinked again, several times rapidly as the wheels turned his pretty
head, and then he muttered,
"Another twenty-five, okay?"
My cock throbbed strongly at the realization that the likelihood of my
eventually getting this little darling fully naked had just gone postal,
and without comment I fished out another twenty, and a five, and handed it
to him. He added the bills to his growing stack of donations, and then he
quickly hoisted his little butt, and peeled the shorts down his pretty legs
and off his feet, tossing them in the general direction of his discarded
tee shirt before settling back into the sofa, clad now in only a pair of
small white briefs that did little to conceal his rock hard treasure or the
tempting bulge of his young balls.
My own cock was so hard it actually hurt, and I glued my eyes on his
tight fitting briefs. The young cock trapped inside the small garment was
clearly defined, and it was clear that the boy was circumcised, the coronal
ridge of his knob clearly visible against the snow-white cotton. I stared
with, I'm sure, obvious hunger at his barely concealed charms, and then I
looked him the eyes, and told him,
"To be totally honest with you, Scotty, you now have a huge advantage
regarding our little negotiation...that is to say that I obviously want
very much for this to continue, which means that I am highly likely to
agree to whatever donation price you set for the next step, which would be
for you to take off those very sexy little briefs, and let me see you
naked...and beyond that...well...I might actually sign over my house, and
car as well."
He batted those dazzling eyes at me, and the flush in his face and upper
chest belied his own excitement, and after a moment's hesitation, he simply
said,
"That's cool, Rob...just another twenty is good."
Be still my pounding heart, not to mention my pounding cock I thought as
I quickly snagged another twenty from my wallet, and handed to him. Jesus,
my hand was shaking, I noticed, and I tried to appear calm despite my
racing pulse and heart rate. He carefully set the new donation onto the
stack, and then looked sheepishly at me. He pasted a coy little grin on his
sweet face, and did a little shrug, and then he stood right up, that
delicious boy-boner poking strongly at his small briefs. Watching me, he
turned to face me, and hooked his thumbs into the elastic of the briefs.
I watched him, breathless and trembling, as he slowly worked the small
garment lower and lower until the stark whiteness of his groin where the
sun normally did not get was in view. His boner poked obscenely at the
gathered brief, and he tugged it a bit lower so that the sparse tuft of
blond hair at the base of his young cock was visible, and I heard myself
let out a low groan. He glanced at me, and then sucked in a big breath
before he pulled outward on the brief, and cleared the tip of his rigid
erection before quickly pushing the puddle of whiteness to his feet where
he stepped out of them, and then kicked them away.
Oh my, there actually is a God, I decided. Naked, Scotty was about a
hundred times more beautiful than he had been dressed, and I sat stunned,
taking in every inch of him while I very nearly drooled from the corners of
my mouth. His lean body was simply perfect; a young flesh and blood replica
of Michelangelo's David, only this Adonis had a much more impressive cock
and balls than the work famous sculpture. The now naked boyhood treasures I
had so longed to see could only be described as mouthwatering, and I felt
my mouth flood with saliva as I carefully studied it all in minute
detail. His cock jutted strongly off his creamy groin, hard as a nail, and
pointing nearly straight up from the small patch of blonde pubes at its
base. I estimated its length to be a good five inches of narrow boy-cock,
more than adequate while clearly still under development. The knob was
slightly wider than the shaft, a perfectly shaped plum that was slightly
purple in contrast to the perfect pinkness of the shaft. His young balls
were plump and dangled between his thighs, held in a delicious pouch of
pink and hairless skin that was crinkled in several tiny creases of skin,
and I longed to take the entire sack into my mouth and suck the tender
nuggets it held. His legs were exceptionally shapely for a boy, his smooth
thighs giving way to cute little knee caps that tapered into well formed
and tanned thighs and ankles. Searching for my voice, I finally managed to
utter,
"Oh Scotty...my God, Son...you are absolutely perfect...beautiful in
every way!"
He was blushing furiously, but the throbbing bounce of his tapered boner
left little doubt of his arousal, and he preened just a little, moving his
small hips so that his boner bounced a bit and his snug balls swung between
his thighs. I lifted my hand, and indicated he should turn a circle, and he
executed the command, slowly rotating full circle as I dropped my chin to
my chest, and uttered another low groan. His little ass was as perfect as
the rest of him, small and firm, the tight mounds seemed to jut straight
backward from the small of his smooth and well tanned back. The mounds were
snow white and blemish-free, and the narrow crease that divided them was
devoid of any hair, and as he paused his turn to allow me to fully
appreciate the wonder that was his little ass, I so wanted to tell him to
bend over so that I might see the perfection of the pink oval I knew was
hidden there. But I feared grossing him out, and decided to not take the
chance. If things continued as I very much hoped, there would be a better
opportunity to avail myself of that hidden wonder.
His turn complete, he again faced me with that rigid boyhood pointed at
me, and I forced myself to look up to meet his eyes. He watched me, his
nervousness seeming to fade as he grew more used to his nakedness, and the
abject hunger in my gaze, and with a quick little upturn of his mouth he
said,
"I can tell that you want to touch me some more...and it's cool, so long
as we negotiate for it."
The little scamp had definitely caught on to the negotiation game, and I
had no doubt that he was fully aware of the "gotcha" situation he had me
in, and at that moment I actually might have signed over my house to get my
hands and mouth on the breathtaking young beauty who stood naked and hard
before me. I exhaled, knowing I was beaten, and asked him,
"Okay, Champ...clearly you win, okay...?...just name it,
Scotty...anything..because you are dead-on right that I want to...no, I
NEED to touch you, and more...so name your price."
He grinned, and cheekily moved closer so that his turgid boyhood was
nearly in my face, so close that the boyish scents of him flooded my
senses, and his soft little voice said,
"You already donated too much, I think, so me letting you touch me some
more...like, all over...is like a bonus round, okay...?...'cause right now
I really, really want you to touch me...everywhere...I want that a lot!"
"Oh God, Scotty!" I muttered as I scooted to the edge of the cushion,
and held up my trembling hands and reached for his fabulous boyhood, one
hand closing around his rigid hardness while the other gently cupped his
dangling balls.
"Oh man...wow...!: he chirped as I fondled him.
"Feel nice, Scotty..,?...you feel awesome in my hands...so hard, and
such a big boy you are...and your balls are heavy, so full, and ready to
release your sweet cream, I think." I told him as I stroked his steely
shaft and worked my thumb over his oozing knob to spread his slick wetness.
"Oh man, Rob...yea...it feels, like, amazing...nobody ever touched me
there before, and you doing it is way better than when I do it myself!'
I chuckled, savoring the aroma of his body and his oozing fluids, and I
worked that perfect young cock up and down as my other hand toyed with his
plump balls. After a few minutes he began rocking his hips in sync with my
stroking, and as I sensed his quickly mounting excitement, I said,
"Okay, Scotty...if you like this, you are really going to love what's
going to happen now, and, when you are ready to shoot your load, just go
for it, okay...never mind me, I want it, I want it all!"
And without further ado, I leaned in and slid his boyhood perfection
into my drooling mouth, and started sucking him as though my very life
depended on his filling my mouth with his creamy essence. He yelped in
surprise when the wet warmth of my mouth surrounded his pride and joy, but
it took only seconds for him to realize that this was indeed even better
than my fisting him, and he quickly began thrusting into me, nearly
mouth-fucking me in his quickly mounting excitement. I reached for his
swinging balls, and tugged on them as I slurped wetly on his rampant young
cock, and his fingers threaded through my hair as he huffed and puffed
above me. I wanted it to go on forever of course, his freshness and youth
filling all of my darkest dreams, but in far too few minutes his excitement
won out as he grabbed at my bobbing head firmly and thrust his hips forward
as his young cock bucked in my mouth, and erupted, jet after jet of creamy
boy-honey flooding my mouth again and again as I struggled to swallow it
down, the tart sweetness of youthful cum delighting my taste buds as he
spewed his impressive load.
Finally the forceful ejaculation ended, and his cock began to soften in
my mouth, and after a few final suckles, I let it go, and sat back on the
sofa to look up at him. He was still somewhat stunned, his eyes clamped
shut and his lush mouth hanging open. I tugged gently on his soft cock, and
he opened his eyes to look down at me. I winked, and let my tongue wash
over my cum flavored lips, and he grinned widely, and squeaked,
"That was so...amazing...jeez...I never felt anything as good
before...gosh, Rob...I really like this negotiating stuff...I like it a
lot, actually...!!"
The End
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